Tomorrow

When the original mourning gave birth to the brand new day/ Nothing says good morning/ Like the sun so bright and high/

Shining far off away/ Like the original morning/ and the original slumber/ It took a prayer and few wishes/ that we would see a tomorrow occur/ Redemption is here by the brand new day/ I know you suffer/

And by mourning this suffering/ You can live to see and tell a tale/ Tomorrow brings freedom and lifts the veil of a highly painted bride adorned with brass and silver and flowers on wire- like tree branches while you suffer- it all does subside. The old man whispers just take your time. The old man may be right.

When the cost of a brand new morning

Seems so expensive and it seems like we're running out time. There come few have been suffering, who look for a future, a tomorrow, it's fine. Let's hope their resolution, for the planet is safe and sound/ let's hope they find an answer in time.